It has been a very busy week. My friend Mary came up on December 2nd and stayed with me for four days. On Monday (the 5th) we had my Rodan and Fields “big business launch” which was fun. I should have invited more people, but it went well. One of the ladies who came to the launch ended up staying overnight at my son’s place, so she came up and joined us for breakfast the next day. Tuesday night I had my last council meeting (I resigned because they found a replacement, finally!). I only have so much time, and the grace ran out to serve. Wednesday I met up with Mary and a friend at the friend’s house and I ended up being away the whole day.
Thursday I drove to Hanover and got dad and took him to what I thought was going to be his first cataract surgery. Turns out it was an appointment to talk about the surgery and to “measure his eyes.” They then made an appointment for him to see his doctor the next day so he ended up coming home and staying with us overnight. Friday I drove him to his appointment, ran errands on the way home and that was pretty much it for the day.
Somewhere during all the busyness of Friday I got discouraged, perhaps because another week has flown by and I didn’t get half the things done I wanted to (that and the lion’s share of dad’s upcoming surgeries is going to fall on my shoulders). I have to confess I got into the comparison thing with the business, too, and how well others are doing compared to me (just being real again). Some people just seem to walk in huge amounts of favor. Then I started to have some issues with my computer. When I went to bed I was pretty discouraged and feeling as if God was a million miles away (though He lives in me, which says something about my own disconnect). I remember telling Kevin I was tired of waiting. I didn’t even know what I was waiting for, but I was tired of waiting.
The next morning he started the devotional we sometimes listen to and I was surprised because usually it doesn’t load until Sunday. It was on that passage in James 5, “Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near….” I haven’t done such a good job of being patient lately.
I texted someone and asked for prayer on the way down to my mom’s (she was having a get together with her two remaining sisters). Anyway she texted back an encouraging prayer and shared some things. I realize that all this “junk” that is coming up is really an answer to my prayer that He would bring everything (in my life) that is hidden to light. That and I pray, “The depths of me for the depth of you.” Sometimes I don’t like what He shows me from my depths.
When I went to bed last night I asked God to please give me a dream and He did. Me and another woman were climbing a mountain. It was like Mount Everest and covered in snow with lots of crevasses and a steep pitch. We had these crampon-like things that were on our hands and when I pressed them into the snow on the mountain suddenly it was as if I had clipped into something and was on rails flying up the side of the mountain and plowing through snow over and around boulders. The other lady stopped pressing her hands down in the snow and fell off. A picture is worth a thousand words, but in this case three would suffice.